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Blessed is she who clearly sees the wood for the trees.
To obtain a ‘bird’s eye’ is to turn a blizzard into a breeze.[/b]

Slipping tripping, mind is ripping,
Colors are tearing
Sanity is gripping
Whirling twirling, reality is swirling
Soul is leaving
Body is curling
In the corner, by itself
Withering, slithering, writhing, thriving
Becoming one with the ground
Glancing around, nothing is found
My heart is beating, I feel it in my brain
Pulsating, creating, devastating
Reflections in the mirror
My skin slowly dissipating
Melting off my bones, leaving behind a void
Alone, alone, alone
These very words echo throughout my hollow being
In rhythmic rhyme with my heart
Tearing myself slowly apart.
-unknown
clear eyes. strong hands.
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Blessed is she who clearly sees the wood for the trees.
To obtain a ‘bird’s eye’ is to turn a blizzard into a breeze.[/b]
"i am the crumpled sheets of paper behind an artists' attempt at perfection"
www.myspace.com/mattnocas (more recent pics and info)
Pictures of me here-----> (4 years old now)
http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=5073
That's some pretty heavy stuff. But it's cool.
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The best times of your life should not be when you're still so young, or else you'll live a life always dreaming of the past.

yea someone wrote this while they were stoned, thats all i know. the site is down for upgrades over the new year.
clear eyes. strong hands.
good poem. reminds me of my young and experimenting days.
Welcome hilow!
There is a fist pressing against
Anyone who thinks something compelling.
Our intuit were taught to deny, and our soul were told is for selling
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"i am the crumpled sheets of paper behind an artists' attempt at perfection"
www.myspace.com/mattnocas (more recent pics and info)
Pictures of me here-----> (4 years old now)
http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=5073
reminds me of when I was alone the first time on shrooms...
"A knight is sworn to valor.
His heart knows only virtue.
His blade defends the helpless.
His might upholds the weak.
His word speaks only truth.
His wrath undoes the wicked."
Impossible is only that which has yet to be imagined
Tripping is my favorite activity. Well, sex WHILE tripping is my favorite but whatever =P
Hope is the denial of reality.
It's a terrific poem. Sounds like they were on mushrooms.
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